DISCLAIMER: KHR do not belong to me. Obviously.
Hello everyone. I present to you my version of the very popular '400 years to the past' fic. This is my first fanfiction in KHR fandom and my first one written in English. So I'm pretty damn excited about it. There will be BL, which means YAOI - feel warned! Although, I'm not planning any lemons or smut in here. M is mostly because G. and Hayato tend to have a really nasty mouth. XD It will be amazing if you write down some nice review and help me with improving on this. I would really use some of yours opinions, ideas and pointers. And no flaming, please. :P
Pairings: Giotto x Tsuna, G. x Tsuna, Alaude x Mukuro, Daemon x Mukuro, slight Mukuro x Tsuna. It's 6YL, which means that Tsuna is 20 years old, Mukuro is 21. Giotto and G. in this story both have 22 years, Alaude is 23.
And on with the story. Enjoy. :)
DOOMED TO THE PAST
It was quite normal if not a boring day. Everyone was minding their own business and nothing pointed to a fact that this deceptive calmness was merely a fleeting experience. But going back to the beginning – no one suspected a thing. The silence stretching on the streets of Namimori was broken only by some loud crushes and yells coming from Sawada household. And that was perfectly ordinary – at least when the prodigal son was visiting with his friends, coming back from Italy. Sudden explosions and gunshots were also day-to-day occurrence. Pink clouds of smoke and appearances of odd people literally from thin air were something you could easily get used to. However, a complete perishment was something unexpected, even disturbing to some degree. And on top of that the disappearance of Sawada Tsunayoshi, one and only Vongola Decimo – the boss of the strongest mafia famiglia out there was considered utterly frightening and worrying. So everybody should be able to fathom out the overall and all-out chaos that ensued after that.
"Tenth!"
"Tsuna!?"
"You stupid cow! Look what you've done! I'll fucking rip you to pieces for this!"
"Lambo didn't do anything! It isn't Lambo's fault!" wailed the child.
"Maa, maa, Gokudera. Calm down a bit. I'm sure Tsuna's fine. He should be back in a few minutes." laughed Yamamoto trying to appease the furious teen.
"He is gone to the EXTREME! What an EXTREMELY awful situation!"
"We already know that, you idiot! Aaah, Tenth! Please forgive me, Tenth!"
A sudden, loud thwack resonated through the air causing everyone to turn around and look at the small kid standing on top of the table. Large fedora hat completely overshadowed his eyes.
"Shut up, all of you. The effect of the bazooka should last only for five minutes. It's been seven already. Something's not right… Add it to the fact that it looks like he disappeared completely… Hmm." Reborn mused out loud and jumped down near Lambo's weapon. After taking a long look at it, he found nothing wrong. Bazooka seemed fine and unharmed. "Hmm…"
"It seems that we would use some advice here. We're getting on the plane right away, Giannini should have a look at it. Yamamoto, go fetch Hibari. Gokudera, take the bazooka. And Lambo." Loud scream of pain was heard after a strong kick delivered by Reborn. Obnoxious crying followed.
"Ryouhei, go ahead and inform the pilot about this new predicament. And Mukuro…" he abruptly went quiet and looked around. "Where is Mukuro?"
Silence was his only answer. Fright was clearly painted on most of the present guardians faces.
"EXTREME! Rokudo extremely disappeared alongside Sawada!"
"That's… That's… Fuck it. This creep! Alone with the Tenth! This is…" The rest of them sweatdropped at the distraught sobs and screams of the Storm guardian. But overlooking their reaction, there was indeed a lot of reasons to be worried. Mist tended to be quite scary and imposing when provoked. Creepy. Sort of. Like eerily chuckling at the most inappropriate moments, groping at the most inappropriate places and saying the most inappropriate things. There truly were reasons to be nervous. The next disturbing thing was that they had no idea whatsoever where and when the two of them landed. They could be literally everywhere. And they could come back literally anytime. No 'ifs'.
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The first thing he felt after coming to consciousness was ridiculously overwhelming headache. Tsuna could bet that splitting one's skull in two with a hammer couldn't be more painful than this. He felt dizzy and groggy and pounding in his head didn't help with figuring out the situation he was in at all. He tried to remember the last thing before going unconscious. He came back blank. This goddamn pain was proving to be quite a nuisance when trying to focus. He recalled coming back to Namimori for a while to have a break from all the paperwork waiting for him at Vongola Mansion in Italy. He remembered Gokudera-kun fighting with Lambo as usual and the latter trying to blow up the house in retaliation. Honestly, even though they were celebrating his eleventh birthday not too long ago, he still could be a complete cry-baby and annoying brat sometimes. And hot-headed Gokudera wasn't much better.
"Who the hell are you and how did you get here?" Suddenly came the angry growl. Tsuna gulped and attempted to open his eyes. Brightness welcomed him and he grimaced with discomfort. After a while he realized that he was lying prone on the hard floor. The painful sensation of something pressing against his neck helped him come back to his senses.
"I asked you a question and if you don't want a fucking hole in your head answer me right now!"
The pressing thing – which was probably a gun, he realized with a start – thrusted forcefully and he hissed in pain.
"I'mm mmh…" His unbearable headache doubled with the pressure in the back of his neck prevented him from formulating anything even remotely resembling words. The sharp pull on his shirt made him cry out in agony. From his new position he was finally able to see the person holding him brutally by the collar. A tall man, red hair and a tattoo. He looked almost the same as… wait, what?!
"Who. Are. You." He uttered with a scathing glare and intimidating jab of the gun.
He looked like… like… No. Impossible. Damn. No way. He died a long time ago and besides, he really should worry more about his own life than this but still…
"G.? G… No way…" He croaked faintly gaping at the redhead, who seemed more and more furious with every passing second.
"No shit. That's my name too." G. snarled spitefully and shoved him backwards callously. Tsuna braced himself for the impact but surprisingly landed on something overly soft and cushy. Before he could even breathe a sigh of relief however, G. pressed his knee harshly against his groin and put his gun under his chin, pushing ruthlessly. Tsuna barely restrained a sob from the piercing ache he felt.
"I ask you one last time. Who are you and how the fuck did you get into my room? You have five seconds till I blast your head away and I warn you, I'm not a patient man." As if to prove his point he put his finger on a trigger daringly.
"HIEE!? Your room? I… I…" Tsuna stuttered before whimpering as the man's knee pressed even harder. He had no idea what to do. He didn't even know where he was. And he was being held by G. of all people. G. as in the Storm Guardian of the Primo Vongola. It was ridiculous. That would clearly mean, wait, what exactly that would mean? That he was in the past? 400 hundred years into the past? 400 hundred years!? Why? Albeit he now could pretty much remember how Lambo shoot him accidentally with the Ten Years Bazooka, clearly the device's calculations were shitty and incorrect when it came to time travelling. He was also damn sure that five minutes probably passed by even before this madman got a grip on him. And his manhood.
"Your time is up, brat." G. barked impatiently.
Tsuna panicked and tried to appease him a little. "Wait! Emm, my name is Tsunayoshi Sawada and I swear I do not mean any harm and… HIIE!? I'M SORRY! Please, stop!" As it turned out, G. was far away from calming down and instead the fury blazing in his pinkish eyes tripled in size as he knocked the gun hardly against Tsuna's skull. The smaller man was nearly on the verge of tears since the pain and desperation came gnawing at his consciousness piercingly. He whimpered slightly and shut down his eyes while trying desperately to hold back the tears gathering in their corners.
G. glared darkly, twitched a bit but released his hard grip briefly. "I have no reason to believe either your intentions or the lack of it. Why are you in my room!?"
The most he could give wasn't nearly enough to pacify the furious redhead. "I don't… I don't know…" Tsuna whispered uncertainly.
"WHAT?"
"I don't know! I'm sorry but I have no idea!"
G. instantly looked stunned into silence but quickly recovered and came back almost ten times more intense. Tsuna tensed in fright and prepared for the roar of the bullet soaring through the air and straight into his brain. But before that could happen the door on the right rapidly banged open and someone came promptly barging into the room.
"G., can you believe them? These snobbish, fucking bums on that aimless, ludicrous meeting disagreed with our idea! Heck, they even disapproved of the Vongola's…" The person trailed off slowly and stared blankly at the situation before them. And stared. And stared. And stared some more.
G. didn't look very pleased. "Giotto, damnit! For the last time, I'm telling you, fucking KNOCK!"
Confusion in his eyes, Giotto scratched the back of his head sheepishly. For some reason he looked flustered. There was a knowing smirk on his lips.
"Hai, hai, I'm sorry. I'll leave you two alone for your… activities. But next time just hang some sign or doorplate or whatever…"
"What?"
"H-hai?" came the simultaneous response from the two men.
And that was when Tsuna caught on to the exact situation they were in. Or rather, their position. Namely, Tsuna lying sprawled on the bed covers, G. hovering above him with his leg neatly and tightly on the smaller man's groin. Additionally, that was also the moment Tsuna realized that the redhead was clothed only in the towel wrapped around his hips. And that the said man was thoroughly wet and dripping with cold water on his face.
'Just great.'
He couldn't block the furious embarrassed blush that bloomed on his cheeks but before he could start his feverish explanations there was a loud, raging yell coming from the room on the other side of the hallway.
"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU!?"
"Kufufufufu~~"